May I? May I what? Feel free. They scoot behind me and start combing their fingers through my hair. Wow. Soft. Sometimes I miss my long hair. But I’d be too pretty. With great power comes great responsibility. Oh, my god, I’m panicking, I’m panicking, I’m panicking! We share a chuckle. The sun caresses our faces. Yana’s touch feels good. Soothing, even. But it still feels weird to let someone pamper me. Polly, just go with it. Polly. Get it together, Polly. Just, like, starved from touch here. They continue running their hands through my hair, separating a few sections to braid. They’re gonna braid my hair? Ha ha. Oh my god. Should have bought a book or something. You’re such a nerd. I am too, though, so I’m one to talk. From behind me, they smooth away my hair and lean in closer, their breath whispering along the side of my neck. Okay. It’s alright if you’re bored. I won’t take it the wrong way. It’s okay. I’m not used to just chilling. Polly. Polly, stop. Stop. Be cool. Just be cool. Oh, my god. How about we go somewhere else? There’s still something we should do. Ha ha ha ha! Where are we going? What are we doing